I’m sitting in my office and I just finished my lunch so I’m taking a minute to update my blog before I go back to the grind. Except that the grind isn’t too grinding so I’m just being overdramatic. Typical of me.
I’ll tell you, I miss the kids something awful when I’m here especially the little one but the day goes so quickly that I don’t miss them enough not to enjoy myself. I do notice that I relax once 3:30 comes around because then I know Brett is home even though I trust our childcare person absolutely. (My childcare person is featured in the essay that’s featured in One Big Happy Family, in fact. It’s Elisabeth in that essay so you can see she is a person to trust.)
I figured out that the kids are in other-care (meaning not me, not Brett) for about 14ish hours a week, which is less than Madison would be in preschool. Still it feels like a long time to me. I’ll get used to it, I’m sure, but righ tnow I am missing her awfully.
I need to get back to work now, which is a good thing because I’ve run out of things to say. Sad, isn’t it?
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